Twistology(non credit poet course)

Twistology(non credit poet course)

Fighting through my last praise of liberal amber ways of grays
to the end of days
It was a homicide to most but resurrection to the gifted
the day my words were shot down
became a metamorphic rising of a new prophet
lying in the depths of the ink that was injected in me
that became a part of me
later the death of me
a poet swimming in a pool of blues and blacks,
from a rejected heart, and falling flows
that no longer has one beat
I rise today
rise to an occasion
a new scenario
a papers new penetration
I rise with the help of the word
THE WORD?
it came through darkness with its Alpha lights
inserted in my veins like syringe BIC needles
flushed out my blockages,
bringing good back to this evil
I'm alive again
I'm Alove again
I stand tall to the old blood that kept me steady
I knew one day, that my elder host
would produce a stronger post that was ready
I'm still the old me times the two of me
the twistnwords that died with me
comes in advancements of his work
emotionally, physically, spiritually and ILLITERALLY!
my course is dead ahead
my mission is overstanding the understanding
I'm a prophet and a writer in two, the body of man
I am
I believe
I see
that I'm born again
Twistology!!!!

By LeRoy Goetzendanner